“This…” Christian stammered. “Mom… Things haven’t reached that point yet, so you shouldn’t be thinking about them.”

The old lady shook her head, wiped away her tears, and said expressionlessly, “We’ve already tried all the methods that could be used, and we also tried the methods that normally can’t be used. I even invited Master Howton, who your father has always been disgusted with, to come over. I really don’t know what else to do…”

Christian knew his father didn’t believe in religion in his life, let alone metaphysics. Regardless of whether it was Master Howton from Golden Taoism, or Old Master Lennard from the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagrams, they were all no different from charlatans to Keith.

His mother would never invite Master Howton to their house if it wasn’t a last resort.

Christian, who had been comforting his younger siblings and mother, felt even more desperate.

He feared his father really wouldn’t be able to survive this time.

…

At the same time…

In mid-